You get that sometimes. Well, most of us, I think. Places can taste of foods or books, and books can taste of places and food. Go to an authentic sushi joint, and from somewhere behind an angle, unseen, from a space not fully in this world, a Murakami novel - unusual characters and all - wafts over your table. What might a Fitzgerald pasta taste like? Or Edgar Allan Poe? Dan Brown? Or Hemingway: "The pasture is green. You take the gun and look at the cow. It is brown. The brown cow...
More DescriptionYou get that sometimes. Well, most of us, I think. Places can taste of foods or books, and books can taste of places and food. Go to an authentic sushi joint, and from somewhere behind an angle, unseen, from a space not fully in this world, a Murakami novel - unusual characters and all - wafts over your table. What might a Fitzgerald pasta taste like? Or Edgar Allan Poe? Dan Brown? Or Hemingway: "The pasture is green. You take the gun and look at the cow. It is brown. The brown cow sees the rifle. It doesn't know..."